Those little baby trees wouldn’t have made much of a fire.
I had an eye-opening retail experience years ago - I was dressed up really nicely for work (I probably had a job interview on lunch or something), and I went shopping while dressed up. I couldn’t believe the different level of service I got from my usual clean, well-groomed, but not fancy self. I agree that it shouldn’t be that way, but it is.
They make a screamingly bright orange spraypaint that is water soluble for marking stuff. You paint your trees with random stripes and they cant sell them [unless they figure it is water soluble]
I have a friend with a tree farm. They finally gave up and added a double row of fences around the perimeter of their farm and run dogs in it.
My Goddamn dryer broke. It must have broken the belt, or at least slipped it, but I got wet clothes that can’t be dried now. Son of a fucking bitch.
That just sucks. Hopes that the rest of the year is better because your’s is starting out really badly.
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That’s great, but we really don’t need it here. Please don’t post the full names and addresses of other people to the Dope without their permission. Even if they really, really deserve it.
No warning issued.
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(Quoting myself from last month’s mini rants, just for background.)
Yep, the wake was tonight, and the funeral tomorrow, and my predictions were crazy accurate: Turns out that, even before granddad’s death, the Hatfields and McCoys were already at it. Last week, a drunken verbal altercation between Dumb and Dumber turned into Tony’s father being arrested for disorderly conduct… :smack: The funeral should be fun. (And I didn’t go, because the baby and I both have the mother of all colds and the weather just turned absolutely brutal. I wish now that I had gone to give Tony moral support, even though he’s the one who encouraged us to stay home and recuperate…)
I went to K-Mart to get a headlight in the auto parts section and was looking through the parts book that was chained to the shelf, trying to find the appropriate model for the make of my car. A big muscular biker type in the aisle tsk-tsked at the sight of the helpless female, took the book right out of my hands, and demanded to know what kind of car I had, HE would find the part FOR me! (I thought that was kind of cute, though, and thanked him very prettily in my natural little girl voice for his ‘much-needed’ assistance, LOL!)
Well, poo. I thought she wanted everyone to know who she was and where she lived, since she included it with the garbage she tossed on the street. Okay, duly noted.
Fuck you, Boys’ Club at work. Here I am, nice and rested and relaxed after a couple of weeks off, and I’m actually looking forward to returning to the office and seeing everyone. And there you all are, you fucking fuckers – holed up in my boss’s office because you’re all f**k-buddies or something who can’t go 15 seconds without seeing each other. I am SICK of it. I am sick of Beardy McBearderton getting assigned the choice projects when I’m fucking sitting here with NOTHING TO DO. You are paying me to JUST SIT HERE AND BITCH ABOUT YOU ON THE INTERWEBZ, WHICH MAY GET ME FIRED ONE DAY BUT I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED WITH YOU MEN THAT I DO NOT CARE.
I understand that I work in a typically male-dominated industry, but this is getting ridiculous.
Maybe if you grew a beard…?
When I go shopping in my dress up type work clothes, I have people asking me where to find things and have to inform them that I don’t work there. But, just to be fair, if I do happen to know the location of what they are looking for, I will tell them.
Yelp did that to me at first, too— and it annoyed the shit out of me. I Googled around and found the answer is to build up your Yelp “friends” and “compliments.” So, if you’d like to PM me, I’d be more than happy to add you (as well as point you to the direction of other Doper Yelpers) so you can add us and we can shoot some compliments your way. It’s stupid, but it works-- after a handful of friends (like, 3) and a few compliments (again, 3), I was set to go.
One of the two sales execs I work with has been on leave since sept 1 which has cost me several thousand in incentive. I found out this morning that her leave is being extended 2 more months. I really don’t know what to do at this point.
This is why I don’t play word games. I have an extensive vocabulary, but for some reason when I start playing Scrabble-type games my brain freezes up and I can only think of 3- or 4-letter words. Give me a real crossword puzzle any day.
Crap. My rice came out underdone. I NEVER undercook my rice, and yet, there it is, evidence.
Crap.
I get asked where stuff is in stores regardless of what I was wearing - my biggest WTF moment for that was when I was wearing my outside jacket and had my iPod headphones in. Seriously - I look like an employee like this? I think some of us just have employee-type looks (maybe I normally look bored and mildly annoyed 
).
Ahh, I have that look- I once had someone come up to me at the zoo and start asking me questions about the design of the monkeys’ enclosure.
I was 10.
Exactly this. I love games with words, puzzles with words, crosswords, etc. I hate Scrabble. And Jumbles. They make me feel like an idiot.
I have the opposite experience. I have to throttle back on the use of my fairly large vocabulary or people will get jealous and complain that I won with “made-up” words. I still manage to beat them quite handily much of the time. Now if I were only a good anagrammer I’d be set.
I had two bosses who would assign projects to “the boys” while I was busy counting the pixels on the screen. One of them would even berate me for “doing nothing”, when I was (and had proved to him that I was) several months ahead of schedule, whereas the guys who’d be getting projects assigned were behind and/or hadn’t completed a single duty in several years. By “a single duty” I don’t mean an actual project, you know, something with a minimal size and oomph: I mean Thatidiotkayvan wouldn’t even turn his registration in on time if he hadn’t had his slavish, no-self-respect gf to do it for him.
If I ever become a boss and start doing that shit, I hope I have someone with the bollocks to give me a swift kick to the ass.